Chapter 474: Point stone into a golden hand

When several people in Luoyang began to pick stones, in the stone garden in Tianzhu City, a wooden ancient mirror suddenly appeared out of thin air. The light above the mirror flashed, and in the sky in the center of the stone garden, a huge projection was made. Picture. Among the pictures, there are Taoist figures in the spar stone, which is the picture in the Tianshi Garden.
As soon as the picture in the sky appeared, it immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the stone garden. When the eyes looked up, the original noisy stone garden was more heated.
"Look at it, that is the deep sea spar in the Tianshiyuan!"

It’s the top grade in the deep sea spar, and it’s really amazing!

"I don't know when I can pick a deep sea spar in Tianshiyuan like them..."
The sound of arguments kept ringing, looking at the Luoyang people who were picking the spar in the picture. Many of the onlookers’ faces were exposed with envy and admiration.
"Feng Shu, look at it, that is Luoyang's predecessor!"
Among the people in the wooden door, Mu Chen’s look was excited, and his right finger pointed to Luo Yang in the picture, and he said openly.
Although the surrounding environment is noisy, the sound of Muchen still falls into the ears of many people, making many people's eyes look toward Luoyang.
"Sure enough, I am a Luoyang brother, look at him, it seems that this first game is no problem."
Swallow's gaze was also swept from Luo Yang, smiling and said. But as soon as his voice fell, he immediately heard a cold cry.
"It's just a stone picking. How can you see that he will win? This hundred stone event is not unusual. There are two or three famous stone masters. One foreign boy wants to win. I am afraid that there are some. It’s too whimsical!

In front of everyone in the cellar door, Zhai Zhong’s look was cold and cold, and said coldly.
"As far as I know, the masters of the stone in the mouth of the elders seem to have failed to open up the spirit of meditation?" Yan Ziqing's folding fan swayed gently and said quietly.
"You..." Yu Zhong’s face was gloomy, and his eyes looked sharply at Yan Ziqing.
And Yan Ziqing seems to be undetected, the smile on his face does not change, but instead smiles and looks toward Yu Zhong.
"Yu Zhong elders do not have to be angry, but the source of the temperament is precious, but in the face of the real treasures of the gods, it is still only a common thing." Lin Yifan's gaze suddenly looked toward the people of Muximen, and slowly said in his mouth.
"Xu is a family of Tianshi masters. It is a predecessor to the stone. The two of them are the masters of stone carving who have cut out the fairy tales. They are both of them, the leader of this hundred stone event. There are still no outsiders to sit."
Lin Yifan’s look is always indifferent, as if he is talking about a trivial matter, he said casually.
"Lin Daozi said that it is good, I am worried about the old man."
Yan Zhong’s face showed a cool color, and after swallowing the eyes of the swallows, he sneered.
Seeing Lin Yifan's opening, the smile on the face of Yan Ziqing gradually gradually converges. Although they want to slam the door, they are not afraid to slam the door, but if compared with the behemoth of the Tao Lingzong, it is still dwarfed.
At this moment, when the brow was slightly wrinkled, Yan Ziqing’s eyes passed a trace of worry, and when he looked at Luo Yang, it was not as easy as before.
Luo Yang is naturally unaware of what happened to the outside world. At this moment, he is concentrating and constantly picking the spar in his hand.

It’s a deep sea spar that flows out of the Dead Sea, and the sea air contained in each of the sea stones is extraordinary. If you want to see through the source, I’m afraid it’s going to be a lot...
Luo Yang’s eyes Sweeping from a deep sea spar, his face showed a sinking look.
With the stone technique under his eyes, if you encounter ordinary deep sea spar, it will never be as tricky as it is now. You can face these deep sea spar in front of you. Even if he is in charge of stonehenge, he has to be careful and cautious. When he chooses, he will inevitably hesitate.
"Only the sea air in these deep sea spar is already beyond the depths of the inner sea. If it really enters the Dead Sea, it is only enough to emit the sea water, it is enough to crush ordinary Danyang. Monk!"
The more deep-sea spar that the eyes swept, the more dignified the look of Luo Yang, and the brows were not wrinkled together.
"It seems that there is nothing wrong with what the old muddy said. There is absolutely a big horror in this magical sea..."
After a moment of indulging, Luo Yang took a deep breath and pressed down all the thoughts in his heart. He no longer thought about the things in the inner sea, but devoted himself to the stone.
In the silent Tianshiyuan, there is no movement except the footsteps of the stone. In the face of these deep-sea spar, not only is Luoyang feel tricky, but also the other people. It is also slower than usual to pick up the stone.
Time gradually passed, and in the twinkling of an eye, it was more than half an hour. In this half hour, Luo Yang picked up twenty or thirty deep sea spar, but it was never selected, hesitating between, in a human form. The deep sea spar stopped before.
"There seems to be nothing but the intrinsic, the inside of this deep sea spar is a little weird..." After careful operation of Hengshi, after looking at it, Luo Yang’s brows were slightly wrinkled, and his eyes continued to sweep from this deep sea spar. Over.
After hesitating for a moment, Luo Yang’s face flashed a bit of decisive color. When his right hand was raised, he continued to drop on the humanoid deep sea spar. Each time the finger was injected with a weak spiritual power, successively After falling down for one hundred and eighty, I stopped.
"Point stone into a golden hand! That Luo Yang would have ordered a stone into a gold hand!!"
"The rumor that the stone hand can be turned into a magic, is a must-have for many stone masters, but for thousands of years, except for the Tianshi master of the year, no one can count a hundred and eight ......"
"He... he just seemed to have ordered it... one hundred and eighty..."
Looking at the actions of Luoyang in the Tianshiyuan, the crowds outside the crowd immediately screamed, and even the elders of the various leaders were no exception. They looked at Luoyang with shock.
At this moment, Luo Yang, the right hand is like a golden sun, and after the one-hundred and eighty-eight drops on the human-shaped deep sea spar, the light in the hand gradually dissipates, and the deep sea spar is full of dazzling The light, mapping the entire Tianshiyuan, made the rest of the people noticed here, and looked up at Luoyang.
"It's it!"
Luo Yang’s eyes were slightly stunned, and his eyes quickly swept over the deep sea spar in front of him, and Shen Sheng said.